Post by Non Compos Mentis on Nov 19, 2006 12:31:22 GMT -5
[The view of pale, spongy material fills our view as we stare forward to identify the source. Its pitted, greasy sheen hinting at something organic and living that is giving us this image. Small strands of deep brown, stringy hair drop into view and confirm our suspicion that the object in front of us is the head of a person, a living person. We pull out further to view the full scene, gradually unveiling more and more of the fact as we do. Bit by bit we see the face of Non Compos Mentis emerging as see its scarred, world weary flesh turned to out left as if looking intently at something very close to him.
Curious, we follow his gaze to our left and see, to our surprise, an almost exact mirror image of the previous image. His features matched exactly except they are reflected to look the opposite direction. Mentis blinks once and his action in the one eyes we can see is simultaneously re-enacted on the other side. A short, sharp smile creeps onto the mouth of Mentis and he finally removes the obstacle that is both obscuring our view of the left side of his face and reflecting the right side exactly.
As the full image of his face is available to us now, we see that he is holding a small mirror in his hand and enjoying its qualities in an almost childlike way, using it to bounce rays of light around the room. For a few moments he swivels the mirror around, watching the beam of light move around the room wherever he wishes. Finally he moves his attention from the mirror to us and focuses on his thoughts.]
This week on Trauma, the fans will witness a match involving twins, twins who are almost identical. The fans will see a match that seems almost unwinnable as both teams seem exactly the same as each other. Both teams have their advantages and their disadvantages, their pro’s and their con’s. But both teams have the same weaknesses, the same strengths, the same focus on being the best and most dominant.
Both on these teams are the same as each other as if they wee born through the same material, their ambitions formed in the same pool of thought, their qualities shaped by the same supernatural sculptor. Both teams have the same thoughts of destroying the other like every set of twins there has every been. That competitive streak, the need to fight, the ambition to be the most successful. Whether this is for bragging rights or for survival is indifferent, they with to beat each other as a natural process. This is the same.
These partnerships that I speak of do seem to be almost exactly the same in size, shape, thought and ambition but, like all twins, there is always a distinctive, destructive, definable difference between the two. There is always one difference between the two twins that enables one to succeed but destines one to complete failure.
Both of these teams have one champion, one person that has proved their skills and had been justly rewarded for them. Both also have a giant, a wrestler of such size that would intimidate any person other than their own partner. Each team has the same weapons, each team knows how to use them, it will come down to this once difference that is embedded into the teams minds.
[Mentis holds the mirror in his hands, sliding his fingers over the smooth, glistening surface. Almost reluctantly he puts the mirror down on what we see is a highly varnished, oak table top that looks as sturdy as the house it is placed in. He continues to lightly pet the glassy surface of the mirror for a few moments until he looks down to something else on the table, something we cannot see. He moves his hand to it and appears to grip the object forcefully. Mentis pulls the object away from its resting place and finally into view. Shockingly, the image we see is one of a hammer, one that would be used for any domestic jobs that include assembling or destructing something.
Mentis looks at the dulled surface of the hammer and then down at the table where the shiny, metallic mirror sits. Gradually he raises the hammer up, knowing fully what he is about to do. Suddenly and forcefully he slams the hammer’s face down onto the mirror and smashes it into a tiny pieces that fly everywhere. The sound of smashing glass fills the air and screeches in our ears. As the wreckage settles, some on the table but some on the floor, Mentis replaces the hammer on the table in a calm and cool fashion that makes it seem that nothing had happened.]
The one difference between the two teams is that one is strong, like oak, and the other is weak, like glass. This integral difference is the one that decides who will succeed and who will fail. It decides who will rise and who will fall. Every set of twins has this, a major rift between them that will ensure one is far different from the other. This may represent itself in personality, in the type of job they have, or what sexuality the take, but here it takes the form of strength and weakness.
One team has the man that is the longest reigning champion in PCW’s history. He is the man that has beaten more challengers that any other in his reign. He is the man that is not only a two time North American Champion but has also been a Tag Team Champion. He is the person that single handedly vanquished Hardcore Hell Wresting from PCW. He is the natural successor to the PCW World Title. He is me.
The other team has the World Champion by Default. They have a man that beat Lantlas for the title. But they have a man that only beat a man resigned to retirement and had found a life of peace. He won that title because the former champion could not cut it anymore and had no choice but to give up the title that night anyway. He is Grimm.
One team has the giant that has become the most dominant giant in the company at this time, beating all comers to prove it. The team has a man that has buried his opponents with force and power and has quickly made a name for himself as the monstrous face of PCW. He is Gravedigger.
Finally, the other team has a giant who makes false promises and fails to back them up with anything. He has faced other giants and fallen to their feet in shame and anguish. He has lost to my partner in the most embarrassing fashion, promising to annihilate him and then falling short dramatically, getting beaten down like a dog. He is Silence.
Myself and Gravedigger have proven ourselves to everybody in PCW and to everybody else. We have shown that we deserve more than we have and that those that we face have been unjust given what they have. Grimm has failed in matches where I have succeeded and has only reached this stage because Skylar Marshall thinks he can sell seats and PPVs. He has reached this stage because Skylar Marshall never considered me as a contender before. He reached this stage because he never had to fight me for that title, but he will soon, I promise that.
[Mentis picks up something to his side and lifts it up. It is a simple brown paper bag, flattened to save space. Mentis opens up the bag with his hands and places it at the side of the table as he uses his bare hands to sweep the debris into it, rusting the bag and jangling the serrated pieces of glass. When all the pieces of mirror are removed from the table he stands up from his seat and walks, slowly, over a wall and looks down where we find a small waste bin. Now, he drops the bag into the bin, resulting in a crunching noise as the pieces of mirror break even more. He then turns and focuses his attention back on us.]
On Trauma, one team will succeed and one team will fail. The difference is already clear to me and it will be Me and Gravedigger that power ourselves towards victory. Grimm and Silence will fail horribly and will be left to rot alone as they watch their opponents in that match go on and capitalise on their failure. They will be forced to watch as I take the World Title and a place in wrestling history and Gravedigger become the most dominant giant ever to enter a wrestling ring.
One team will take their place above their opponents for good and forever, banishing their opponents into a realm of mediocrity and nothing remotely like success. We will be living the life of kings whilst they live the life of peasants. They will be forced to live their lives in he gloom of our shadow as they fall into obscurity. They will fall away into wrestling folklore like a piece of rubbish falling into a wastepaper bin. And what’s more, they will be worth even less that that rubbish. They will become worthless to everybody but themselves.
Twins always have one defining difference that splits them into their own individual person. One succeeds and one fails, one rises and one falls, one is strong and one is feeble. That is how life works, one must suffer for one to live.
Curious, we follow his gaze to our left and see, to our surprise, an almost exact mirror image of the previous image. His features matched exactly except they are reflected to look the opposite direction. Mentis blinks once and his action in the one eyes we can see is simultaneously re-enacted on the other side. A short, sharp smile creeps onto the mouth of Mentis and he finally removes the obstacle that is both obscuring our view of the left side of his face and reflecting the right side exactly.
As the full image of his face is available to us now, we see that he is holding a small mirror in his hand and enjoying its qualities in an almost childlike way, using it to bounce rays of light around the room. For a few moments he swivels the mirror around, watching the beam of light move around the room wherever he wishes. Finally he moves his attention from the mirror to us and focuses on his thoughts.]
This week on Trauma, the fans will witness a match involving twins, twins who are almost identical. The fans will see a match that seems almost unwinnable as both teams seem exactly the same as each other. Both teams have their advantages and their disadvantages, their pro’s and their con’s. But both teams have the same weaknesses, the same strengths, the same focus on being the best and most dominant.
Both on these teams are the same as each other as if they wee born through the same material, their ambitions formed in the same pool of thought, their qualities shaped by the same supernatural sculptor. Both teams have the same thoughts of destroying the other like every set of twins there has every been. That competitive streak, the need to fight, the ambition to be the most successful. Whether this is for bragging rights or for survival is indifferent, they with to beat each other as a natural process. This is the same.
These partnerships that I speak of do seem to be almost exactly the same in size, shape, thought and ambition but, like all twins, there is always a distinctive, destructive, definable difference between the two. There is always one difference between the two twins that enables one to succeed but destines one to complete failure.
Both of these teams have one champion, one person that has proved their skills and had been justly rewarded for them. Both also have a giant, a wrestler of such size that would intimidate any person other than their own partner. Each team has the same weapons, each team knows how to use them, it will come down to this once difference that is embedded into the teams minds.
[Mentis holds the mirror in his hands, sliding his fingers over the smooth, glistening surface. Almost reluctantly he puts the mirror down on what we see is a highly varnished, oak table top that looks as sturdy as the house it is placed in. He continues to lightly pet the glassy surface of the mirror for a few moments until he looks down to something else on the table, something we cannot see. He moves his hand to it and appears to grip the object forcefully. Mentis pulls the object away from its resting place and finally into view. Shockingly, the image we see is one of a hammer, one that would be used for any domestic jobs that include assembling or destructing something.
Mentis looks at the dulled surface of the hammer and then down at the table where the shiny, metallic mirror sits. Gradually he raises the hammer up, knowing fully what he is about to do. Suddenly and forcefully he slams the hammer’s face down onto the mirror and smashes it into a tiny pieces that fly everywhere. The sound of smashing glass fills the air and screeches in our ears. As the wreckage settles, some on the table but some on the floor, Mentis replaces the hammer on the table in a calm and cool fashion that makes it seem that nothing had happened.]
The one difference between the two teams is that one is strong, like oak, and the other is weak, like glass. This integral difference is the one that decides who will succeed and who will fail. It decides who will rise and who will fall. Every set of twins has this, a major rift between them that will ensure one is far different from the other. This may represent itself in personality, in the type of job they have, or what sexuality the take, but here it takes the form of strength and weakness.
One team has the man that is the longest reigning champion in PCW’s history. He is the man that has beaten more challengers that any other in his reign. He is the man that is not only a two time North American Champion but has also been a Tag Team Champion. He is the person that single handedly vanquished Hardcore Hell Wresting from PCW. He is the natural successor to the PCW World Title. He is me.
The other team has the World Champion by Default. They have a man that beat Lantlas for the title. But they have a man that only beat a man resigned to retirement and had found a life of peace. He won that title because the former champion could not cut it anymore and had no choice but to give up the title that night anyway. He is Grimm.
One team has the giant that has become the most dominant giant in the company at this time, beating all comers to prove it. The team has a man that has buried his opponents with force and power and has quickly made a name for himself as the monstrous face of PCW. He is Gravedigger.
Finally, the other team has a giant who makes false promises and fails to back them up with anything. He has faced other giants and fallen to their feet in shame and anguish. He has lost to my partner in the most embarrassing fashion, promising to annihilate him and then falling short dramatically, getting beaten down like a dog. He is Silence.
Myself and Gravedigger have proven ourselves to everybody in PCW and to everybody else. We have shown that we deserve more than we have and that those that we face have been unjust given what they have. Grimm has failed in matches where I have succeeded and has only reached this stage because Skylar Marshall thinks he can sell seats and PPVs. He has reached this stage because Skylar Marshall never considered me as a contender before. He reached this stage because he never had to fight me for that title, but he will soon, I promise that.
[Mentis picks up something to his side and lifts it up. It is a simple brown paper bag, flattened to save space. Mentis opens up the bag with his hands and places it at the side of the table as he uses his bare hands to sweep the debris into it, rusting the bag and jangling the serrated pieces of glass. When all the pieces of mirror are removed from the table he stands up from his seat and walks, slowly, over a wall and looks down where we find a small waste bin. Now, he drops the bag into the bin, resulting in a crunching noise as the pieces of mirror break even more. He then turns and focuses his attention back on us.]
On Trauma, one team will succeed and one team will fail. The difference is already clear to me and it will be Me and Gravedigger that power ourselves towards victory. Grimm and Silence will fail horribly and will be left to rot alone as they watch their opponents in that match go on and capitalise on their failure. They will be forced to watch as I take the World Title and a place in wrestling history and Gravedigger become the most dominant giant ever to enter a wrestling ring.
One team will take their place above their opponents for good and forever, banishing their opponents into a realm of mediocrity and nothing remotely like success. We will be living the life of kings whilst they live the life of peasants. They will be forced to live their lives in he gloom of our shadow as they fall into obscurity. They will fall away into wrestling folklore like a piece of rubbish falling into a wastepaper bin. And what’s more, they will be worth even less that that rubbish. They will become worthless to everybody but themselves.
Twins always have one defining difference that splits them into their own individual person. One succeeds and one fails, one rises and one falls, one is strong and one is feeble. That is how life works, one must suffer for one to live.